Zandrina and I were doing some volunteer work as kitchen staff when the Swedish Championships in troup gymnastics was held in Ystad a few weeks back. (And yes, we did wear hairnets.) We were cleaning up spilled food from the floor when Zandrina turns to me and says:

"Eskiiiiiil.... This is gross."
"Oh, I don't know. Makes me feel a bit like.. ( Read more... )

Following conversation was taking place in the car while waiting for Jeppe's kick-out Friday:

Mother: He's had a good time today, don't you think? 
Me, teasing: Oh yes. He's probably been hammered so..
Mother, almost insulted: Noo! No, not my little boy. He wouldn't get drunk.
Me: It's sweet how naïve you are at times mother.
Mother: Don't be mean ( Read more... )